Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.
By many a temple half as old as Time.
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
That very law which moulds a tear And bids it trickle from its source,- That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
When a new book is published, read an old one.
Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.